Joanna's Rooms

[Marie]

Joanna's suite at Casterly Rock

[Marie]

Joanna sends an invitation to Arya, inviting her to dinner one evening.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

Arya arrives, dressed in a fine gown. She wears some of her favourite jewels and a necklace given to her by her brother several years past, which nestled well on her chest. "Princess," She curtsied at the door, and came forward to hug and kiss her cousin.

[Marie]

Joanna's embrace was warm but she seemed trouble.

"It's good to see you, Arya. You had so many people who wanted to talk to you at the party the other night that we didn't have much opportunity to talk. I laid on a Dornish feast, in honour of your ancestors. I hope you don't mind that it's just the two of us tonight?"

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Yes, I'm still catching up with all those I haven't talked to in some time, and trying to meet new people as well. But it's good that we can spend time together alone like we did in King's Landing when you came."

[Marie]

"Yes, I enjoyed that. I missed you when you were in hiding, you know."

She paused, smoothed down the skirts of her blue dress.

"Did you ever catch the bastard who set those men to kill you?"

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"No, I'm beginning to think that those that were after me, potentially came after you. In my quest for safety I haven't had much opportunity to find the answers I've wanted. And I still probably won't given that I am with the Queen most of my time."

[Marie]

"Perhaps we can help one another then?" Joanna suggested. "So, you think our attackers were employed by the same master? Or mistress?"

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"That could be the case. Why would someone attack us? Especially you being a Princess and sister to the King. There is something deeper going on perhaps, though it is only a guess."

[Marie]

"I think so too. Someone seems to have a strong hatred of women of the king's blood," Joanna murmured. "Did you know that Becca was targeted too? Her life was not threatened as far as I know but I had to lend her my clothing when hers was torn up. That makes three of us, Arya. I'm very worried."

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"Hm, jealousy as a motive?" Arya went to sent down. "Becca told me of her dresses being torn up though I'm not sure I believe her story."

[Marie]

Joanna went to the wine cabinet.

"Will Dornish Red suit you, or do you prefer another drink?"

She turned around holding the bottle.

"Why don't you believe Beccas's story?"

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"It will do, that or ale or cider. Well wouldn't she be wearing a dress when her other dresses were torn? She could have just worn that and bought some new ones. Don't you think so?"

[Marie]

Walking forward, Joanna poured too glasses of Dornish red. A servant Arya didn't recognise came in and tasted the wine from both glasses then was sent away again.

"Sorry about that," Joanna said. "I employ a food taster now. I asked Daeron the same question when he came to be about Becca, but he said she was naked so the culprit got at all her clothing. It's most odd. She must have been sleeping, if so, else she would have heard if she was occupied with other things. It seemed easiest to accept Daeron's story since he seemed fairly certain. We can't make too many assumptions without knowing the full story, and we may never know that.

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"I like to gossip Jo, and you did too. It is odd to sleep naked, and I could not sleep through someone violently tearing apart dresses and rummaging through cabinets. No, you're probably right. She was engaged elsewhere or she sabotaged her own dresses in anger of something."